Beneath the veil where reason fades,
Anosognosia silently invades.
Although the mirror reflects the truth,
Yet the mind denies, uncouth.
First comes a stroke, a thief of grace,
Stealing strength, leaving no trace.
Then, however, the brain rewires,
And loss becomes what one denies.
Similarly, trauma leaves its mark,
Shadows linger where it’s stark.
Dementia, too, in its quiet creep,
Hides truths the conscious cannot keep.
Meanwhile, in realms where thoughts distort,
Schizophrenia builds its own fort.
Delusions thrive, insight recedes,
Manic minds dismiss their needs.
Thus, denial grows like creeping vines,
Twisting around the brain’s confines.
Still, caregivers stand with steady hands,
Although the patient misunderstands.
Education, counseling light the way,
Yet therapies may not hold sway.
Medications soothe the strife,
And sometimes rebuild shattered life.
Eventually, compassion must preside,
While science walks its patient stride.
In the end, though insight may delay,
Hope and care carve another way.
